Depression Poems
#depression
Depression takes a person beyond feelings of sadness, to a very dark and lonely place. Poetry about depression offers the reader a glimpse into this darkness and isolation. Depression is a serious mental disorder. A creative outlet, like writing poetry, can offer relief to some sufferers.
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Today 9:09am
Today 9:09am
birth & death
birth and death; an urge and need to go in depth; invest and go in dept; sacrifice, each breath while sweat everything underneath the sun; nothing left;
a process in the belly to digest; throw up at one's face, false sense of progress; lost with or without a compass; I love you, I hate you; recycle mess; qualified for classes, lullaby the masses; to speak your soul is over reacting....
"life doesn't work that way" you must follow a "master"; become a guru and be an "impacter"; still there's...
a process in the belly to digest; throw up at one's face, false sense of progress; lost with or without a compass; I love you, I hate you; recycle mess; qualified for classes, lullaby the masses; to speak your soul is over reacting....
"life doesn't work that way" you must follow a "master"; become a guru and be an "impacter"; still there's...
#depression
#humankind
#LifeCycle #emptiness
#LifeCycle #emptiness
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3 Comments
forever_alone117
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:30pm
Yesterday 2:30pm
Dear K+J
Hi K
It took a really long time to figure it out. But I’m sorry to tell you, your pain didnt end when you died. It is just passed on to those who cared for you.
Hi J
I see your friends everyday. There is a piece of them missing in every one of them- it seems to be you.
K,
I don’t mean to bring up bad memories. But did it hurt? Or did it feel like a release.
J,
You weren’t ever going to change your mind were you? You had decided. Right?
K,
I wish I could have done something. I wish I could have said something. Did I...
It took a really long time to figure it out. But I’m sorry to tell you, your pain didnt end when you died. It is just passed on to those who cared for you.
Hi J
I see your friends everyday. There is a piece of them missing in every one of them- it seems to be you.
K,
I don’t mean to bring up bad memories. But did it hurt? Or did it feel like a release.
J,
You weren’t ever going to change your mind were you? You had decided. Right?
K,
I wish I could have done something. I wish I could have said something. Did I...
#depression
#suicide
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BlissInMadness
Blisxs
Blisxs
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:18am
Yesterday 8:18am
Morbid peace
Perhaps it's just my thoughts that poison me.
Is it possible to shut them off.. if only without morbid death it could be so easy
Is it normal to feel so pointless yet tenaciously search for reason.
How I've lost for this
How many I've left for this
How far I would go for this
Chasing thoughts of perhaps others
Not thoughts of my own?
Alas even whith this thought being my own I cannot follow it for it would be gravely too late.
The soars that burn as I think of the past
Perhaps a laps of memory could find a cure.
One day it will...
Is it possible to shut them off.. if only without morbid death it could be so easy
Is it normal to feel so pointless yet tenaciously search for reason.
How I've lost for this
How many I've left for this
How far I would go for this
Chasing thoughts of perhaps others
Not thoughts of my own?
Alas even whith this thought being my own I cannot follow it for it would be gravely too late.
The soars that burn as I think of the past
Perhaps a laps of memory could find a cure.
One day it will...
#depression
#dark
#dreams
#death
#sleep
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2 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 9:39pm
20th Jan 2019 9:39pm
Mirror Image
He waits for the deciding push
A final setback in his life
Efforts made, but what's the point?
He raises his keenest knife
He recalls his past mistakes
The treachery, and negligence
Death, he feels, would be proud
To remove this cause for pestilence
He positions the sharpened blade
To a vein stretching on his throat
But in the mirror he sees his face
Lacking tears, creased with a gloat
He realizes that there's more
So much to do before he goes
The reflection does somewhat agree
He's...
A final setback in his life
Efforts made, but what's the point?
He raises his keenest knife
He recalls his past mistakes
The treachery, and negligence
Death, he feels, would be proud
To remove this cause for pestilence
He positions the sharpened blade
To a vein stretching on his throat
But in the mirror he sees his face
Lacking tears, creased with a gloat
He realizes that there's more
So much to do before he goes
The reflection does somewhat agree
He's...
#depression
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12 Comments
SakuraSlowly
Wichelen
Wichelen
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 3:07pm
20th Jan 2019 3:07pm
Bad Dream
Ill be your actress in your bad dream, ill take down all those demons you dont want to meet, you just got to tell me now... you just got to show me how..in this bad dream this bad dream. Ill tell you one thing that i see a person screaming out shouting about! How dose it make you feel!? , soo high so high so high...! Cant you feel it now? Cant you just dream it away... this pain, this feeling, this remorse, this dreaming, cant it just all go away?! There a voice in your head that just dont want to admit it a silent critic..as you scream it out your begging for forgiveness crying for it to...
#depression
#dreams
#hurt
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1 Comment
EVILANGEL34
Poem Published
19th Jan 2019 7:21am
19th Jan 2019 7:21am
Troubled Lives
Look into her eyes she's completely withdrawn,
Everything she's been through brought it on.
The ones who are the closest, do you think they can tell,
That all she's become is an empty shell.
How do you think she got this way?
These are the memories locked away.
Broken lives, full of lies,
He didn't think twice before he blacked her eyes.
Pain, anguish, sadness, grief,
Still she's left in disbelief.
Breach of trust, full of disgust,
It's time to step back and readjust.
She's slowly learning to love...
Everything she's been through brought it on.
The ones who are the closest, do you think they can tell,
That all she's become is an empty shell.
How do you think she got this way?
These are the memories locked away.
Broken lives, full of lies,
He didn't think twice before he blacked her eyes.
Pain, anguish, sadness, grief,
Still she's left in disbelief.
Breach of trust, full of disgust,
It's time to step back and readjust.
She's slowly learning to love...
#depression
#insomnia
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#disability
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unwrittenmess
Poem Published
19th Jan 2019 2:41am
19th Jan 2019 2:41am
the black dog
the black dog
he has name,
depression.
it’s not the first time i fought him
he’s got ahold of me good this time
i can’t break free, he yanks and pulls me down, he’s strong
i’m yelling and screaming for help but no one seems to hear.
i’m not sure if i can escape this time
i’m on the ground, feeling defeated
but no, i can’t let him win
if i got away before i can do it again
yes, i have to fight, i have to get back up.
i will not allow him to win.
i’m stronger then him.
i escaped before, i can do it...
he has name,
depression.
it’s not the first time i fought him
he’s got ahold of me good this time
i can’t break free, he yanks and pulls me down, he’s strong
i’m yelling and screaming for help but no one seems to hear.
i’m not sure if i can escape this time
i’m on the ground, feeling defeated
but no, i can’t let him win
if i got away before i can do it again
yes, i have to fight, i have to get back up.
i will not allow him to win.
i’m stronger then him.
i escaped before, i can do it...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
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samael
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 10:54pm
18th Jan 2019 10:54pm
Salvation from the wood chipper:chime in any time you see fit
This bout of intermittent depression
kicks like a race horse
and your carried on flirting romance.
kicks like a race horse
and your carried on flirting romance.
#love
#depression
#MentalHealth
29 reads
5 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 10:47pm
18th Jan 2019 10:47pm
Solace
He just fails to comprehend
What "bad luck" can indicate
It's his mistakes that do progress
None that can be ascribed to fate
It could be advancing age
Clouds descending on his mind
Or it could be his soul's decline
Youth and vigor far behind
He prays for the hand of God
To lift the curses he perceives
But it, at last, is left to him
To find a solution that relieves
He knows that he has little choice
To press on, hope for the best
And yearn for an angel's gentle hand
To grant a modicum of rest
...
What "bad luck" can indicate
It's his mistakes that do progress
None that can be ascribed to fate
It could be advancing age
Clouds descending on his mind
Or it could be his soul's decline
Youth and vigor far behind
He prays for the hand of God
To lift the curses he perceives
But it, at last, is left to him
To find a solution that relieves
He knows that he has little choice
To press on, hope for the best
And yearn for an angel's gentle hand
To grant a modicum of rest
...
#depression
#spiritual
34 reads
13 Comments
theEgoEffect
Barona
Barona
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 8:40pm
18th Jan 2019 8:40pm
Wise Innocence
I cannot tell the difference between
feeling empty and feeling numb anymore,
I am missing an abstract piece of life
I cannot clearly fathom -
sipping black coffee in silent thought,
I allow bitterness to take it's course
as eyes reflect on the bottom of my mug,
in them the dark chasm I abhor...
Another beautiful day
with loving souls at my side,
as I sit dull, submerged still
in my first world problems;
what's wrong with me?
do I seek to be dissatisfied?
then why do I find beauty in even
the tiniest of...
feeling empty and feeling numb anymore,
I am missing an abstract piece of life
I cannot clearly fathom -
sipping black coffee in silent thought,
I allow bitterness to take it's course
as eyes reflect on the bottom of my mug,
in them the dark chasm I abhor...
Another beautiful day
with loving souls at my side,
as I sit dull, submerged still
in my first world problems;
what's wrong with me?
do I seek to be dissatisfied?
then why do I find beauty in even
the tiniest of...
#love
#depression
#dogs
#apathy
#boredom
63 reads
7 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 7:18pm
18th Jan 2019 7:18pm
Words Done Gone
A Word Can Hold A Thousand Pictures
Only Bound By One's Mental Stricture
A Dictum Can Tell Where You're Comin' From
A Protocol Just The Way You Get It Done
An Alibi An Excuse For A Lack Or Slack
A Stutter A Symptom Of A Word Attack
But Did I Forget To Mention Retention
Is A Magnet For Memory Detention
And When Mental Traffic Is Constricted
When Language Is Tongue Tied Restricted
You Can Dwell Deep On Phrases Said
Graven On One's Soul Yet Better Off Dead
Only Bound By One's Mental Stricture
A Dictum Can Tell Where You're Comin' From
A Protocol Just The Way You Get It Done
An Alibi An Excuse For A Lack Or Slack
A Stutter A Symptom Of A Word Attack
But Did I Forget To Mention Retention
Is A Magnet For Memory Detention
And When Mental Traffic Is Constricted
When Language Is Tongue Tied Restricted
You Can Dwell Deep On Phrases Said
Graven On One's Soul Yet Better Off Dead
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth
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